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He did the only thing he knew was right. He placed on his cleaning mask and got to work.

El Fantasmador put away his sword and found that he left nothing but destruction

After the dust had settled, El Fantasmador was reunited with his sword.

The loss of jelly made the skeleton weak. The giant skeleton lost its balance and fell with a thunderous clap.

El Fantasmador climbed the giant skeleton’s ribcage, stabbing it on the way up. Skeleton jelly began to ooze from the giants bones.

El Fantasmador didn’t have time to care about the shout. His shoes squeaked as he jumped toward the giant skeleton.

The giant shouted louder than a foghorn. Was it pain?

The giant was blinded. It was time to strike.

All that was left, was a trail of bodies dispatched from their wretched existence.

With a furious drive, El Fantasmador worked his way toward the giant skeleton.